A little plot bunny, I hope you guys enjoy! More parently Wolfstar since you guys liked that so much last time.
Things He Shows Up With: Off the Streets
After the fact, once Remus had given it more thought, a totally-not-infested-piano-I-promise-I-checked was probably the least bad thing Sirius could've picked up from the side of the road on his way back from the market. Well, it kept him more or less out of trouble, and both Sirius and especially six year old Harry seemed infatuated with it.
The instrument was far from perfect or pristine. It was an old upright that's finish was chipping and the top splintering. Its 88 keys were worn, bearing oil stains on the edge of each key. Sirius had managed to get it into the house and settled in the parlor under a feather light charm and now that it was tucked against the wall, the old piano seemed very much at home. Remus guessed it was there to stay.
Sirius had shed his jacket and shoes, standing over the now open piano and plucking at the insides. Twang! Harry giggled from his place in Remus' lap as Sirius plucked at the strings. "D'you think you can salvage it?" Remus asked. For a moment Sirius pulled away from the piano and looked thoughtful, "Of course, Rem. With some new strings...and a bit of magic."
The top to the piano slid back against the warped wood with a gritty sound.
"Padfoot?"
"Yes, Prongslet?"
"Will you play somethin' for me n' Rem? Pleeeease?"
Sirius looked at his godson with fond look in his eyes, "Of course, darling, but I regret to tell you that it will be horribly out of tune."
The ancient green wingback in their parlor made for an interesting piano bench as Sirius settled down to play, and from those graceful hands, made for piano playing surely, came an outrageously out of tune version of "Somebody to Love". Harry was loving it.
Fingers dancing over the keys, the piano sounding as though it were struggling to keep up, Sirius sang in his lovely low tenor, slightly raspy with cigarette smoke fresh in his lungs. Looking down, Remus saw Harry smiling, contagious as always, and the werewolf couldn't help but joining in at the chorus.
With the song parading to the end on flat notes and the occasional pitchy chord, Sirius finished with a flourish, loudly applauded by his audience of two. "Yay, that was great, Siri," Harry said, clapping with pudgy hands. The dark haired wizard got up from the wingback and pulled his godson tight into his arms, "Thank you, mon petit chou."
Yes, a piano was probably one of the better things that Sirius could've dragged into their house. Especially with late nights when Harry was awakened by nightmares and Sirius and the warped piano (and the soothing sounds of Beethoven) were the only thing to calm him down, Remus especially didn't complain then.
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Translations
mon petit chou- my little cabbage (French endearment)
